Okay, so normally I wasn’t on the other side of this sort of thing.
But I’ll be damned if my eyes didn’t get as wide as one of my ass-cheeks when I saw Krystal come down those stairs.
I had sort of expected her to be this bratty teenaged twig, given the tone in her voice. But I realized very quickly that she was just winded doing from one end of the hall down to the next. As she came down the stairs, it became very clear to me that Krystal was anything but twiggy.
I mean, I knew it had been a while since I’d seen her and all, but I just didn’t expect Krystal to be so… to be so fat!
Seriously, she was huge! And this was coming from a girl who had spent four years getting huge and being around girls of similar sizes! Krystal was about my height, with a belly that blocked the stairwell and tits that blinded her from the neck down. The bottom of her belly rolls were outlined by the thin grey leggings she’d heroically managed to put on, and cute little dress’ pattern had been completely distorted by the rampant growth of her rolls. Her face was round and swaddled in a thick double chin, her cheeks overly appled and creasing along the corners of her mouth. Her saddlebags brushed against the stairwell, slapping thickly against the little columns between the railings as she huffed and puffed herself down the stairs.
“I’m… I’m comin’…” she puffed pathetically, “Mama...Don't start... without me...”
I was, in all honesty, fucking flabbergasted.
I mean, I always remembered Krystal being a little spoiled when we were kids. A little whinier, and a little chubbier than everyone else at the time. But I never imagined that she might have grown up to be (almost!) my size. Seriously, I had spent so long being one of the biggest bitches in Buttercombe Academy, I downright forgot what it was like to see someone that close to four hundred pounds. Maybe this was what it felt like to be my Mom, watching me get fatter and fatter every time she saw me… except, y’know, all at once.
“I wouldn’t dream of it, baby.” My Aunt Rhonda said with an affectionate kiss on Krystal's puffy cheek, “But while I finish up in the kitchen, why don’t you get a little better acquainted with your cousin Mel?”
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